Shameless Transmigration: I turned everyone on!

Tuesday is the domineering M's day

Frozen Milk has survived many deathly encounters with his villain, but this was the pinnacle of them all. A whole day with Vil? That was absolutely impossible.

Just yesterday Prota exhausted everything of Frozen Milk. His whole body still ached and hurt with every movement. That cursed protagonist was too cruel, too rough and violent. Even though he said 'slow and gentle' it was nowhere near slow and gentle. Why was he so skilled? Wasn't Prota an untouched and inexperienced male too?

Frozen Milk felt like a wild rodeo ride happened inside of him. The whole night until daybreak only then Frozen Milk could rest for a short time and Prota was satisfied.

Then two hours later, Frozen Milk glared at the ceiling again with the daunting premonition that his whole week would be like this. Especially, today, this bewitched Tuesday, Frozen Milk would suffer even more.

At this rate, Frozen Milk will end up in a wheelchair or even worse, Frozen Milk bit his nail, he'd become impotent!

From doing it too much, he won't be able to use his own dick anymore. It'd only get aroused by being touched by others, that meant... Frozen Milk could never ever top again!

This was not good! Not good at all! If even his Holy Beauty was a top, Frozen Milk could kiss adios to his masculinity and dye himself in shame.

The even worse thing was, despite the sexual adventurous night, Prota didn't even put it in! As Frozen Milk saw that mind-blowing thing, he exploded with fear and pseudo pain. So, instead of putting it in, Prota rubbed it against Frozen Milk's from behind and used Frozen Milk's legs as a hole.

Frozen Milk couldn't deny Prota. His puppy eyes, his puppy ears and his tail they were all too much for Frozen Milk. During the whole encounter, Frozen Milk's heart wildly thumped. This wasn't good, was it? Prota was too devastatingly charming and seductive, how could Frozen Milk say no to him?

So, the fact was Frozen Milk's body was sour like an unripe apple and ached just because Prota pseudo banged him. In simple, for even babies to understand words, Frozen Milk was truly a disgrace.

He didn't even have the dick inside him, yet his body was on the verge of breaking, so what if the actual thing...

What if? Just imagining it was too cruel for Frozen Milk. It set his whole body onto burning flames of hell and threw it to bathe in the lava of Mordor.

Frozen Milk had a mission for today and that was to avoid the prototype of the tear-apart rockets. Yes, Vil's. If Prota's was already big, 10 out of 10 could guess by following the usual tropes of those kinds of novels, that the villain's was well... twice the size.

Frozen Milk laughed himself into madness. Maybe that was the only way to cope with it, to dive into madness and to become madness itself. Then no matter how mad something was, it wouldn't faze Frozen Milk at all.

Just like the moment when Frozen Milk, who laid on his stomach, turned a bit, stared into an abyss full of BDSM and bondage.

"Are you already presenting yourself to me, I do quite like it, my Lord."

Frozen Milk as much as he could because he liked to be dramatic, shifted away as Vil got closer and closer.

It was a vicious cycle, the more Frozen Milk retreated, the more he was backed into a corner.

Frozen Milk just wished he could return to the old days where his daily life did not include concerning sexual acts. This was getting too much of 18+ rated story!

Frozen Milk forced his drool to remain in his mouth as his eyes defiled the all-familiar sight of Vil's muscular body, especially his toned chest and abs. Curse Vil for wearing those loose clothes every time he was alone with Frozen Milk.